garnish

.

on our last night in Rome
the thrill of nicotine as garnish
has worn off

and the waitress at the hotel
knows I’ll order
panna cotta for dessert.

after a long search
for band aids
the next morning

we return
to the Trevi Fountain
and throw a coin

and much later
on the plane,
talk about how we both

had wondered just
how many times
we appeared
in other people’s photographs.

 

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